Jotunheim Royal City.
A great slaughter was still ongoing, even with the addition of numerous high-ranking generals, blessed with names by Rimuru, it was not enough.
Kors, Corvus Glaive, and Black Dwarf were not ordinary individuals, not to mention Kurse, the Cursed Warrior, who was incredibly strong.
The people of Jotunheim, living in perpetual cold, were almost all born warriors; it was no exaggeration to describe them as a battle-hardened race.
But facing true powerhouses, they realized the immense gap between them.
It was precisely at this moment that they understood the importance of a powerful monarch.
Initially, they fought for the dignity of Jotunheim and for their own lives.
But by now, they had begun to fight for the future of Jotunheim.
As long as King Rimuru could awaken, Jotunheim would have a bright future!
"Kill!"
Large numbers of Jotunheim soldiers charged desperately towards the invaders.
Kors, Black Dwarf, and Corvus Glaive were all terrified; if not for Kurse, who feared no pain, knew no fatigue, and possessed incredible strength, leading the charge, they would have probably been torn to shreds by the desperate Jotunheim people.
Looking at the frenzied Jotunheim people, Black Dwarf said in extreme disbelief, "How did King Rimuru do it? She hasn't even been crowned for half a year, has she?!"
Despite being an enemy, Rimuru's methods still earned Black Dwarf's approval.
This was the first time he had called Rimuru "King"!
Kors took a deep breath, marveling, and said, "Incredible. Only half a year, which for us long-lived beings is like waking up a few times. How did King Rimuru make these people so fanatical?"
Corvus Glaive speculated, "Is it mind-control magic?"
Kors: "Not really. Of course, it's also possible that my realm isn't high enough to see through it!"
But just then, an incredibly vast Dragon's Might swept over.
Instantly, the world changed color, shaking the heavens and terrifying the depths of the underworld; all living beings within the Royal City were shaken to their core.
Kors, Black Dwarf, and Corvus Glaive's expressions changed drastically.
"Oh no, it's Storm Dragon Veldora!"
"How did he get here? Damn it, that useless Amora, she couldn't hold Veldora back?"
"Go, quick, go!"
At this moment, how could they have any fighting spirit left?
Especially Black Dwarf and Corvus Glaive, who had witnessed Veldora's battle with Thanos, were utterly terrified.
Storm Dragon Veldora, that was a great being who could heavily injure My Lord Thanos.
How could they possibly contend with him?
"Kurse, go!"
Kors shouted, but the next second, he was utterly terrified.
Unbeknownst to them, Storm Dragon Veldora had already appeared in the sky above the Royal City.
Storm Dragon Veldora spread his wings, his body enveloped by endless gales and lightning.
"Storm of Destruction!"
Rumble!
A black bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, directly hitting Kors.
In an instant, Kors's body was shattered inch by inch by the Storm of Destruction.
"I'm dead?"
Kors stared blankly at his hand, which had already turned to dust, still unable to believe it.
Veldora was strong, but he shouldn't have been able to instantly kill him, right?!
The ideal was full, but reality was cruel.
"Kurse, buy us time!"
Kurse, the Cursed Warrior, only knew how to fight and had no concept of Death.
Even facing the terrifying might of Storm Dragon Veldora, Kurse charged straight ahead.
Kurse stomped his feet fiercely, his body like a cannonball, shooting straight towards Veldora in the sky.
"Call forth the Death Wind!"
Whoosh whoosh~~ Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~
Veldora opened his mouth and exhaled, and a large amount of black Death Wind arrived instantly, immediately wrapping around Kurse, who was charging towards him.
In an instant, the Death Wind was like thousands of devils gnawing at everything.
In just a few breaths, Kurse, the Cursed Warrior's black divine armor, indestructible skin, and bones harder than divine iron, were all stripped away layer by layer by the Death Wind.
Veldora flapped a wing, and thousands of divine winds swept over, instantly throwing Kurse's "remains" away, and a human-shaped crater instantly appeared on the ground.
"This..."
"How can he be so strong?"
"Veldora seems even stronger than the last time he fought Master!"
The two were not mistaken; Veldora had indeed become stronger.
He was originally unparalleled in talent, possessing almost endless magicules, but he just didn't like fighting much.
When he usually cultivated, he also liked to slack off and cut corners.
But once bitten, twice shy; intelligent beings always grow!
Moreover, because Rimuru became an Awakened Demon Lord, Veldora's skills were also incidentally enhanced.
Even if he didn't study, with the help of his skills, Veldora's strength advanced by leaps and bounds.
Furthermore, the casualties in Jotunheim completely ignited the fury in Veldora's heart.
He held nothing back in his attacks!
Corvus Glaive gripped the war-blade in his hand, swallowed, and said, "We can't run anymore; we won't escape. If we don't have the heart to fight, we'll die even faster!"
"That's right!"
Black Dwarf nodded in agreement. As one of the Black Order under Thanos, he was also battle-hardened and easily judged the current situation!
Fight, and you might die, but perhaps there's a glimmer of hope; run, and you will surely die!
"Glaive, I'm strong and have high defense. I'll attract his attention, and you take the opportunity to ambush him!"
"Alright!"
Corvus Glaive approved of the plan.
Corvus Glaive was very confident in the war-blade in his hand.
The war-blade in his hand was forged from the most mysterious metal in the Universe; even Vibranium could be easily pierced by it.
As long as he was given a chance, he might just be able to turn the tide!
Black Dwarf, a man of few words but fierce action, raised his pickaxe and fiercely "chiseled" towards Veldora.
Veldora extended a dragon claw, directly colliding with Black Dwarf's pickaxe.
Boom!
Black Dwarf's strength was ridiculously immense; he could effortlessly deliver hundreds of tons of force.
His pickaxe, wielded with full power, fiercely collided with Veldora's dragon claw, instantly sending out a shower of sparks.
It even forcefully pushed Veldora's dragon body back several meters!
But Veldora was Veldora after all; Black Dwarf's pickaxe simply couldn't break through his defense.
But just then, Corvus Glaive suddenly appeared, his war-blade directly piercing through Veldora's dragon scales and stabbing through Veldora's heart.
"My Lord Veldora!"
Countless Jotunheim people watching the battle cried out in terror.
But to everyone's surprise, Veldora didn't even glance at his pierced heart; he merely opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of Death Wind at Black Dwarf.
A few breaths later, Black Dwarf was annihilated into dust!
Pulling out the war-blade, the staggering Corvus Glaive was extremely terrified, "How is this possible? I pierced your heart, I clearly pierced your heart?!"
Looking at the terrified Corvus Glaive, the Storm Dragon, whose wound had completely healed, sneered, "Pierced my heart? I don't care!"
Thump!
The Storm Dragon's Shadow turned into an afterimage, and when he reappeared, Corvus Glaive's heart had already been plucked out by a dragon claw.
Thud!
Corvus Glaive fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
Storm Dragon Veldora sneered, stomping his foot towards the war-blade next to Corvus Glaive's hand.
However, before the Storm Dragon could stomp on it, Corvus Glaive, who had just died, instantly revived, grabbed his war-blade, and fled desperately.
The plan was clearly very successful; with Kors, Kurse, and Black Dwarf as a baseline of three lives, why did his feigned Death still fail?
When it came to playing with wind, the Storm Dragon was the ancestor!
In terms of speed, whom did the Storm Dragon ever fear?
A few seconds later, Corvus Glaive was caught, his head directly blown apart by Veldora, and his war-blade was also snatched.
Corvus Glaive, who had revived again, couldn't accept it, "Why? How did you know I was still alive?"
His feigned Death plan was clearly extremely successful!
Veldora sneered, "Do you know a skill called Shadow? In the Dragon World, this is just a basic ability!"
Crack!
Corvus Glaive's war-blade was broken by Storm Dragon Veldora.
At this point, all the assassins who invaded Jotunheim were dead!